Bushed

Ohhh! I mentioned in an earlier blog how much I love lilacs. Because of our strange spring weather, the timing of plant life seems to be on catch-up mode. The lilac bushes have been stuttering with random blossoms, so I try to find even tiny clusters for a sniff before they are gone. I was mowing our yard and decided to take the riding mower down into a swampy area that has been too wet to cut. I wasn’t sure if I would discover the Minnesota version of the La Brea Tar Pits or emerge in one, albeit muddy, piece. As I was cautiously moving forward, brush and wild raspberry canes slapped at my face and legs. (No, I wasn’t cutting and killing the natural berry producers, just the ground formally known as a path. Honest.) As I was doing this cool ninja choreography of steering, pushing barbed branches away from already slashed skin, and trying to see how deep the tires were in muck, I noticed a beacon beckoning me. A few feet in, amidst the bramble, stood a wild lilac bush heavy with fragrant flowers. “For me?” I said to the wilderness. The surprise of finding it left me very, very happy. Scratched, but happy. It was the best part of my day.

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Hello!
Thank you for your concern and response. Perhaps it’s because I was raised on a farm, or perhaps it’s because I sometimes push the edge of good sense, but I felt I had to try. The path down to our creek has been a source of fun and frustration this year due to flooding. If I don’t keep it somewhat tamed it will get out of hand…kinda like my personality. 🙂 I’m happy to report that I didn’t get stuck, and other than the few scratches I mentioned came out of the bramble just fine. Discovering the mystery lilac really was a gift I wouldn’t have known about unless I risked the adventure.
-Gail